Live broadcast: My courtyard is a treasure chest

Chapter 6 Reality is teasing you
  The mother and son looked at each other in silence for a long time. Before Zhang Ruixuan could realize why his mother was dressed so strangely today, the latter looked at the entire courtyard as if it was the first time he saw her...

"Mom, what's wrong with you today?" Zhang Ruixuan thought about dreaming, and thought about his mother having a mental problem, but he never thought that the crux of the problem was himself, "Mom, if you are sick, let's go see a doctor!"

Although the language is different, the emotions are always connected. Zhang Ruixuan can feel the fear and pity from his mother, and the latter can naturally feel the anxiety and doubts from Zhang Ruixuan.

It's just that the mother didn't give Zhang Ruixuan any room to react. While the latter was still in a daze, he had already rushed out the door in a panic.

"Mimi, what do you think happened to my mother today?" Zhang Ruixuan, who sat back on the gaming chair and calmed down, began to sort out his 'dream' and everything that had just happened.

"Mimi, why is it that the clothes my mother is wearing today are exactly the same as those people in my dream?"

"Mimi, am I still dreaming?"

Mimi didn't have any intention of paying attention to Zhang Ruixuan - the mother of the owner just now was familiar but unfamiliar, Mimi arched her back with furry hair.

【Ding! Host status detected]

[Host status: awake, confused]

A familiar "game interface" popped up on the computer. Zhang Ruixuan did not close it hastily this time. Instead, he became interested: "Could it be a virtual reality game now?"

Lowering his head, Zhang Ruixuan seemed to have just noticed the change in Mimi, and patted Mimi gently: "Mimi, do you think the game company saw that I am a senior player and gave me this experience card in advance? Already?"

"Meow." The unfamiliar breath went away, Mimi relaxed, and finally responded to her owner.

As long as it is a game, there must be a way to earn money. For a krypton gold player, this is the beginning of enjoying life.

"Where is it? Where is it?"

Zhang Ruixuan is looking for the recharge entrance of the game. Recalling the "loan" prompt just now, he can't help but curse the designer of the game in his heart: He really knows how to make money, and he just took out the loan without informing him in advance!
  "Mimi?" Mimi was furious again. This time Zhang Ruixuan noticed it immediately, "Is someone coming again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door.

Recalling that memory that seemed like a dream but not a dream, Zhang Ruixuan became more vigilant. He went straight to the kitchen, pulled out the broom that had been dusty for an unknown period of time, held it tightly in his hands, and ran towards the door.

"Who?"

After the door opened, Zhang Ruixuan looked outside, and his mother appeared outside the door again.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Without giving Zhang Ruixuan any chance to react, the mother put a cloth strip of unknown material on Zhang Ruixuan's face, "Ooooooooo."

When Zhang Ruixuan took a breath, he looked at the thing on his body that he didn't know if it could be called "a piece of clothing". He felt that apart from the material, the shape seemed like something he had seen in history books - it was clearly primitive. The leaves of grass that a person wears on his body.

It's just that the material should be some kind of chemical fiber. Zhang Ruixuan, who usually doesn't care about what he wears, can't tell what it should be called, but the feeling of wearing it is very bad, just like the saying on the Internet: "It's full of technology and ruthless work Son".

"mom?"

This time, Zhang Ruixuan definitely saw his mother's mouth moving, but he couldn't understand the words she said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zhang Ruixuan's mother cried again, regardless of Zhang Ruixuan's reaction, she just hugged him in her arms.

With a slap on the thigh, Zhang Ruixuan seemed to have thought of something. He gave up communicating with his mother through words and went straight into the house to start searching.

"Not here..."    "Not here either..."

"Mimi!" Zhang Ruixuan now really had to ask if he knew where the pen was when a cockroach passed by him.

"Mimi, do you still remember where the pen I used when I took the postgraduate entrance examination is?"

"Oh, oh, oh, there's just so much paper at home, and it's still next to the pen and paper!"

Zhang Ruixuan was busy talking for a long time, but he didn't come up with anything. Zhang's mother was pacing around the courtyard.

The beams and columns that had not been taken care of for a long time have peeled off a layer of paint. Judging from the height, they must have been flooded last summer, exposing the main body of the wooden columns, and there was also some blue-green mold.

Mother Zhang stretched out her hand and touched it, seeming to be very interested in the red and green colors.

Stone Dunzi, also covered with green moss and lying quietly aside, was also favored by Zhang's mother. The patterns engraved on it were no longer clearly visible. Zhang Ruixuan, who had just walked out, remembered that his grandfather took him to recognize them one by one when he was a child.

"Here, pen..."

Just halfway through speaking, Zhang Ruixuan saw from his mother's doubtful eyes that the latter was unfamiliar even with pen and paper.

It's just that the mother's fear as a child when she first saw the courtyard has completely disappeared because she is by her side.

Stretching out his hand, Zhang Ruixuan showed his mother how to use the pen and paper: "Here, here you go."

Zhang's mother took over the pen as if she understood, but instead of writing on the paper as Zhang Ruixuan wanted, she took her son to the walnut tree in the yard.

Pushing the pen into the soil, Zhang Mu held her hands together and pushed the pen hard across the ground.

"What is this?" Zhang Ruixuan was exposed to some ancient characters when he was in college, and now what his mother writes seems to be some kind of hieroglyphics.

"Damn, how can I pass this game?" Zhang Ruixuan muttered, already starting to get bored. He had never thought about how his mother enlightened him when he didn't understand anything.

When you are in a hurry, you always have to find a way. Zhang Ruixuan thought that his task at hand might be to eat rice dumplings!
  Pointing at himself, Zhang Ruixuan slowly said one word: "Me."

He stretched out his hand and pointed at his mother, and Zhang Ruixuan repeated the word "you".

Zhang Ruixuan wanted to ask his mother: What am I to you? But in the eyes of the latter, his child suddenly started talking nonsense and brought out many strange things - but he was his child after all.

So, while Zhang Ruixuan was waiting for even a word of reaction from his mother, he was suddenly embraced into a warm but unusual embrace.

"Oh, my biological mother!" Zhang Ruixuan, who finally woke up after being immersed in tenderness for a moment, couldn't laugh or cry, "Mom, are you kidding me?"

What kind of games are you talking about? It's obviously because my own mother can't bear to see her every day, so she's looking for an opportunity to play with herself!

"Mom, please say something..." Zhang Ruixuan knew clearly in his heart that no game company at this time has the ability to create a virtual reality game?

"Mom, you told me the story "To tease you". If you really don't remember anything like grandpa in the future, I will think that you are pretending to be stupid and teasing me!"

　①The craftsmanship of making Hu brushes is a national intangible cultural heritage. The crafts of making brushes in many places, including Hu brushes, belong to the national, provincial, municipal and autonomous region level intangible cultural heritages.

　　
  　
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